Inanna

O let me sink my belly to the ground and loose my jaw,
Like a snake wrapped ‘round your ankle, and wrap, and rest.
To hear about your day, all day, Inanna,
The flash of eyes in market squares,
The silver warmed to gold-leaf domes by uncleft tongues,
Deep silver mines,
Or how you mastered beauty’s art in patient, melted honey,
Gold-sweet honey that you dripped into your wetted hair,
Sweet, sweet patience in your science -
Let me listen.
Let me wait.